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Patriotic Son^s 

THOMAS H. FINLEY 

SIOUX FALtS 
S. D. 



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March. 1919 



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OUR HERO 



In memory of Rev. C, E. O, Flaherty 

U. S. Chaplain who died on the 

field of honor, October 3, 

1918. 

With tearful eye the sad new we hear 

Of one we lovrd so well. 

While doing his saored duty on the battlefield he fell. 

Our hearts feel sad for our brother dear. 

Whose face we no more we'll see. 

He was a chaplin good and true 

And a worthy K of C. 

But his suul, it is in heaven now, 
That holy pace of re^t, 
For he was alwaws good and kind 
And the good alone are blessed. 
H loved his country and his creed 
And his heart was true and brave. 
Aad he has laid down his precious life 
His comrades' souls to save. 

He died upon the battlefield in the thickest of the fight. 
To be with his dying comrades, it was his soul's delight. 
No nobler hero ever fell upon the field of fame. 
And as I write these lines this day 
My heart is filled with pain. 

He was a good and holy priest, may angels him surround 
And before the throne in heaven. 
May he wear a brilliant crown. 

Composed by Thos. H. Finicy, 
Sioux Falli, S. D. 



TO OUR PRESIDENT AND THE 
FOURTH LIBERTY LOAN 

Come on my good people, you can be heroes to home, 
I£ you only subscaibe to the Liberty Loan. 
Back up your President when on you he'll call, 
For he's fighting so nobly for freedom of all, 
Dont be a slacker, you know it's a sin. 
We must stand to the last by our brave fighting men. 

Chorus: 
For the Star Spanglek Banner forever must wave. 
O'er our khaki clad heroes that are fighting so brave. 

Oh, God bless you Wilson, to your country you're 

dear, 
And youi brave noble words did the whole world 

cheer, 
For your motto is "Liberty and Justice to all" 

And the tyrant at last at your feet he must fall. 
And your name like a star o'er the world does shine, 
For your soul it is pure and your heart is sublime. 
Chorus: 

I am proud of our people that are fighting to home. 
How they charged over the top with the Liberty 

Loan. 
They have stood by the President and the flag 

I declare, 
And they cheered the brave hearts of our boys over 

there. 
You have done it so noby and to your country 

you're true, 

And you have showed the world, what brave hearts 

can do. 
I am a poor man and my fortune is small, 

But if our boys need it, they can have it all. 

Chorus : 

Composed by Thos. H. Finley 
Sioux Falls, S. D. 



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DEDICATION DAY 

This (air and sunny morning, we never can forget. 
When the K of C's from far and near at the new 

Cathedral met 
To Join their holy Bishop, that man so noble and great. 
And this splendid monument toGodthts day to dedicate 

We saw our worthy Bishop and his priests did him 

surround. 
They clothed in thetr blessed robes, our Jiearts with joy 

did bound 
As we looed upon those holey men, so noble and so brave 
As they sang their prayer unto the Lo^d, the soub of 

men to save. 
And as I knelt in prayers this day, these thoughts they 

came to me: 
Oh, isn't it a blessing to be a K of C. 
And when the ceremony was over, our Bisop said to me 
He said, "Bring forth thoso worthy Knights, Oh, bring 

them unto me. 
My blessing I will give to those that take tha fourth 

degree." 
Oh, brothers this is a glorious day, oh yes for you and me, 
Bnd our hearts is more united since we got the fqurth 

degree. 

Composed by Thos. H. Fialcy, 
Sioux Fallf, S. D. 



THE KNIGHTS THAT ARE GONE 
AWAY 

While sitting in our cluhrooms, my thoughts Hew far 

away, 
Unto my loving brothers that.s flighting over the seas. 
They love their country and their flag, the truth to you 

I'll say, 
And God vs^ill bless the arms of those Knights that's 

gone away. 

When they were called to arms, no choose those Knights 

could see. 
For you'll f.nd them in the tranehes, and they're 

fighting in the air, 
And you'll Had them in the Navy, they're fighting 

everywhere. 
No loyaler men there can he found, the truth to you 1 '11 

say. 
And God will bless the arms of those Knights that's 

gone away. 
O, keep your trust in God, dear Knight, aad he will see 

you ihr&u.;h, 
And your brothers that you left behind, they'll still 

remember you. 
Your memory they'll keep bright, and for you they will 

pray 
That God will bless your ar.ms, dear Knights that's gone 

away. 

And when you will re! urn home, it is happy we will be 
To grasp the hands of such noble Knights that fought 

for Liberty. 
You did your duty bravely to your flag and country, 
And God has blessed your arms, dear Brother K of C. 

Composed by Thos. H. Finley, 
Sioux Falls, S. D. 



THE BABY KILLING HUN. 

Good people of this earth today with horror raise 
your hand, 

And think upon the bloody deeds of the German 
High Command. 

They have murdered men and women old, 

And babies young and sweet, 

And when mothers cried for mercy 

They were butchered at your feet. 
Chorus : 

But now, thank God, it is at an end 
For Sammies gallant sons will rid the world 
Of those fiends, the baby killing Huns. 

You schourged poor little Belgium 

For she waa small and weak,. 

But you bet she made a gallant fight 

Before you did her take. 

You destroyed her homes and property, 

4.nd her churches you tore down 

To add another beauty spot to your Imperial crown. 
Chorus : 

You started out your submarines, 

The world's war to v/in. 

But all your plans, they did fall short 

When the Yankie boys went in; 

You sunk all ships that you could find, 

No matter what they be, 

For I hold you were determined to rule on land 

and sea. 
You also blijwd up hospital ships 
V\/ith their loads of bleeding souls, 
You sunk them without warning. 
On your face there was no frown. 
And when they tried to save iheir lives 
Your^ gunners shot them down. 
For it added one more beauty spot to your Imperial 

Crown. 

Chorus: 

Oh, God I ask you on my knees 

To raise hour holy hand, 

And blot forever of the earth, this German High 

Comm-and. 
They're the cause of all this bloodshed 
And of the widdows tears and moans 
And thousands of poor orphans — 
Alas! they have no home. 
Chorus: 

Composed by Thos. H. Finley, 
Sioux Falls, S. D. 



UNCLE SAM'S MAEINES 

Von Hindenberg he did advance 

Upon the (air Marine, 

And there his cruel eyes beheld a sight he never seen; 

For there, standing Hke a wall of steel 

Was Uncle Sam's Marines. 

They hurdled back those German dogs. 

Such a fight v^as never seen. 

And they gave three cheers: 

"Long live our flag and Uncle Sam's Marinesl" 

Now Von old boy you have found out 

That we got the fighting men, 

Though you slighted us quite freely 

When first we did go in. 

But now you do acknowledge they're the best you ever 

seen. 
And you know your erumbs, they are no match 
Kor Uncle Sam's Marines. 

Your Preussian cur dont throw no slur 

Upon our fighting men. 

You better go tell Kaiser Bill 

How you did run from them. 

You bet you hit the high spots. 

For the fight was sharp and keen. 

For you know your crumbs. 

They are no match for Uncle Sam's Marines. 

Now Kaiser Bill your boasting stopped 

Of the victories you have won. 

For in four long years of fighting 

You never lost a son! 

But you decorate them daily upon the honor roll. 

But no one ever sees them 

For they're hiding in some hole, 

1 pray bring out the cowardly Huns 

So as they can be seen. 

And I wish you would introduce them 

To Uncle Sam's Marines. 

Composed by Thos. H. Finley 
Sioux Falls, S. D. 



OUR BOYS ON THE RIVER 
MARNE. 

Hold your heads high, proud America, 
For your sons that fight over there. 
They're the best the world produced yet. 
All nations of earth do declare; 
Their watchword is "Onward" to Liberty, 
Drire home the steel sharp and keen! 
And this was the the cry of our heroes, 
That day on the R>Ter Marne. 

The Kaiser, he told all the Bochts, 

The victory was easily won ; 

He said that those Yanks were no fighters, 

And on into Paris we'll run. 
But you bet he was badly mistaken, 

Such fighters old Bill never seen. 

For they cut down those Boches in thousands 

That day on the River Marne. 

The Huns came on in great numbers, 
Our men fell back for a while. 
But the blood of our boys could not stand it, 
Retreating it is not their style. 
So they charged and drove back the Boches; 
Such fighting has never been seen. 
And they gave three cheres for the U. S., 
And the men on the River Marne. 

Hurry fame with your gladest of laurels, 
And bedeck our dead heroes last bed. 
They nobly died for their country, 
And they sleep with the heroic dead. 
Their watchword was "Onwards" to liberty — 
Drive home the steel sharp and -.een, 
And God he will crown them with glory, 
Those who fell on the River Marne. 

Composed by Thos. H. Finley, 
Sioux Falls, S. D. 



THE SOLDIER'S FAREWELL 
TO SOUTH DAKOTA. 

Farewell South Dakota, the land of my birth 
And your bright sunny fields are the fairest on earth, 
And your charming fair daughters, 

none can them excel; 
I am going away South Dakota, Farewell. 

Chorus: 

Farewell to your vallies and prairies, so green. 

And your bxight sparkling streams 

1 will see in my dreams. 

It greaves me to leave you the truth 1 will tell, 

I am going away South Dakota, farewell. 

I must cross o'er the seas, poor France for to save, 
"Where her dear noble sons there are fighting so 

brave, 
And we'll fight side by side till the Hun we subdue, 
And then South Dakota, I'll return to you. 
Chorus: 

And when we return and the victory is won. 
And the world is free of that hard hearted Hun; 
It is then yon'il be proud your brave heroes to see. 
With their battle scared flag. 

it is the flag of the free. 

Chorus: 

Composed by 

TH03. H..FINLEY 

Sioux Falls, S. D. 



THE DRIVE TO BERLIN. 

Our gallant young soldiers, there are none so brave. 
And they have sown their stuff on the field over there, 
And their gallant Commander, there is none that's more 

grander. 
And with his brave fighting Yankies he's bound (or Berlin. 

He's got the Huns lines a waiving, for mercy they're 

craving. 
But none they will get as you plainly can see; 
For everyplace that he hits, he breaks them to bits. 
For he's opening the road for that drive to Berlin. 

When the Allies assemble, they will make the Hun 

tremble. 

For our dashing young soldiers have given them new Ufe 

They were worn out from fighting, but it sure did deUght 

them. 

When our brave fighting Yankies fell ia on the line. 

With cheers they did greet them, all Hell can not beat 

them; 

Now there's nothing ean stop us on that Drive to Berlin. 

And Pershing and Foch, all the Kulture they'll knock 
Out of Billy and Fritz ere they get to Berlin. 
It will be hard on old Billy, and won't he look silly 
When he'll lay down his crown at Brave Pershing,s feet. 
And O'Haig will be there with the Shamrock so fair. 
That brave Irish hero that knows no defeat. 
They're three of a kind, and no better you'll find, 
And they'll ail do their bit on that Drive to Berlin. 

Com. osed ap.d written by 

THOS. H. FINLEY 

yioux Falls, S. D. 



TEDDY THAT'S GONE 

In memory of Colonel Theodore Rosevelt, Ex>Presiclent 
of United States who died Jan. 5, 1919. 

You died while you slumbered, your loss we deplore. 
You were the greatest of statesmen. Oh, we'll never see 

you more. 
You were noble and brave and to your country you 

were true. 
And the world can never produc one like you. 

Chorus: 

For of all true Americans, I know you were one. 

And our hearts bleed with sorrow 

For Theddy htat's gone. 

In the war of the Ninties*, your aid you soon gave. 
For you raised the Ruff Riders, those heros so brave 
Once more in the saddle, it was your delight. 
And with your gallant Ruff Riders, you were first in the 

fight. 
Oh, how those boys loved you, and they love you still. 
For you led them to victory at San Juan Hill. 
Chorus: 

When the World's war called you, to your friends you 

did yeald. 
But your four loving sons you seut to the field. 
How your heart filled with pride and it did you delight. 
When those four gallant heroes went into the fiight. 
You lost one dear son, he was a hero of fame, 
For he bravely died fighting, Quinton was his name. 
Chorus: 

You are gone to your home and the one loves you be^. 

With your father in heaven forever you're bles't 

And those sweet little children with whom you loved to 

roam, 
Their prayers wi}! make brighter yotr heavenly home. 
And the widdow and orpeans won't forget you it's true. 
There's a briget spot in heaven, dear Teddy for you. 

Chorus : 

Composed by Thos. H. Finley 
Sioux Fails, S, D. 



THE BOLD YANKEE DRIVE 

The crown Prince assembled all hii best men, 
For to make • big drive and the war for to win. 
He made a big dash until our men did arrive' 
And then it soon changed to a bold Yankee drive. 

How they walloped the Boches, to them it was fun, 
But they got cold feet and away they did run. 
Said Fritsy, ''Run faster if you want to survive, 
For we never can stop them, it's a bold Yankee 
drive." 

Fritsy sent for aid to his cousin Rupe, 

He said, "Send them quick, or they'll surely 

get me." 
He sent them at once, but when they did arive 
They had no efiect on this bold Yankee drive. 

For Frisy is still running, he must like it qui)e well 
And I hope that our boys, they will drive them lo 

Hell— 
ThaUeat they'll cut them to pieces while one is 

alive, 
Anc I'm proud of this boys in this bold Yankee 

drive» 

1 am proud of our heroes, mnd the English and 

French, 
For now they're determined to not give an inch. 
And to our brave aviators who fight from the sky, 
They will keep them a going, they'll do it or die. 
Some may reach Berlin, if they can survive 
And 1 am proud of our boys in this 

Bold Yankee Drive. 

Composed by Thos. H. Finley, 
Sioux Falls, S. D. 



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